tonight I took my 2nd beginner ballet class. my new, soft pink leather ballet shoes are starting to show their first signs of wear, and my hips are already aching.
I took ballet for a few short months when I was about 5 years old. I loved the class. I was so happy putting on my black leotard and tying my hair with a pink bow, but then my mom enrolled me in a 1/2 ballet, 1/2 tap class. I'm sure it was the only class that fit in with my school schedule, but I hated tap with a passion. I despised the toe-ball-step combinations, but mostly I loathed my ugly, hand-me-down tap shoes with their frayed yellow ribbon and scuffed patent leather toes. on the way to my third ballet-tap class, I threw a fit that I can still remember to this day. I was screaming and holding on to the driver and passenger seats of our minivan and there was no way I was going in there and putting on those horrible shoes.
fast forward almost 2 decades, and I wanted to see if I could still point my toes and hop across a wood floor to a bright piano piece. my local theater offers adult beginner ballet lessons, but they could not fit into my budget without a little help. I like wine and occasional late night Sephora purchases a little too much to save up $175 and put it all towards such an endeavor. thankfully, the class was a part of my Christmas present from my dad this year.
I went through a bit of an off-duty-ballerina phase when Black Swan came out, so I already had the leg warmers and black spandex to help me look the part. however, no matter how smooth I made my hair bun, I was obviously a novice at the barre during my first class.
I was sore for a few days, but I practiced my little relevés and pliés, and when I returned to class today, I fumbled a little less and did my best to maintain some level of grace. maybe if I had stuck with it when I was much smaller and if my thighs were a little less muscular I could vaguely resemble the lithe & elegant dancers in the Royal Danish Ballet performances that I fell in love with last fall. alas, I will just have to focus on finding the perfect pair of white tights and not kicking anyone in the face during my next class.
little steps, people. little steps.